me.”
He moved his mouth down to one of her breasts, gripping the stiff nipple with his teeth, his tongue lashing wetly against it.
Lydia cried out, her thighs clamping hard about his hips as her orgasm consumed her. She felt Tristan throbbing deep inside her and he groaned long and hard as he came.
She struggled to catch her breath. Even as the aftershocks of her climax pulsed within her, she felt a twinge of embarrassment for she had no doubt the carriage driver had heard everything that had gone on.
“Don’t concern yourself with him.”
“What?” she gasped.
Tristan pushed her sweat-dampened hair, which had come undone, away from her face.
“Patrick has been well paid. He will be discreet.” He looked worriedly up at her. “Are you all right, sweet? I didn't hurt you, did I?”
Her pussy was sore from his hard fucking of it, but it was worth it. “No, you didn't hurt me. I’m fine.”
Tristan took her nipple between his teeth and gently nibbled it. Surprisingly, she climaxed again. She cried out softly as she did.
He lifted his mouth from her breast. “You’re so beautiful when you come,” he murmured. “Did you know that?”
“I am?”
“I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking you’re not beautiful because you see yourself as old.”
Lydia ran her fingers through his dark hair. “I don’t see myself as old. I am old, Tristan.”
“No, my sweet.” He pulled her close and nestled his face against her breasts. “You’re not old. You’re far from it.”
“But I’m not young either. And I’m certainly not as young as you are.”
He raised his head from her breasts and looked up at her. The expression on his face was strange. He looked if he wanted to tell her something but was hesitant to do so. Before she could ask what was wrong, the expression was gone.
“Did you enjoy your fantasy?” he asked.
“Yes, I did. Thank you. And it was far better than a fantasy.”
A cell phone rang. It wasn’t hers because it wasn’t her ringtone.
Tristan reached toward the pocket of his coat.
“Do you have to answer it?”
“Sorry, sweet, but I must.”
He gave her a quick kiss. Lydia gingerly moved her hips and eased his cock out of her sex. She fixed her clothing and sat next to him on the seat.
He held the phone to his ear and listened for a moment. “No, that won’t be necessary. I'll be there shortly. Yes, as soon as I can. Thank you.”
He slipped the phone back into his coat pocket then reached over and took her hand. “I've spoiled tonight, haven't I?”
“No, of course not. It was wonderful. All of it.”
He pulled her next to him. “You’re not a very good liar. It was wonderful up until now.”
She looked up at him and nodded.
“I know, and I'm sorry.” He kissed her forehead then picked up his cane and rapped it against the ceiling. The carriage shuddered to a stop. “Take us back, Patrick.”
The carriage rocked as Patrick turned it about and headed back to where he had picked them up.
Tristan tightened his arms around her. “I'm so sorry, sweet. I promise, I’ll make it up to you.”
“You don't have to apologize. It’s all right. Really it is.” But Tristan was right. She wasn’t a very good lair. Not even to herself. Another mysterious phone call. She tried not to let it bother her. She had no right to pry into his business. She’d only just met him for goodness sake and they certainly had no obligations to each other,
The carriage shook as Patrick climbed down from the driver's box. Tristan opened his door. Once he was outside, he helped Lydia out of the carriage. The wind had picked up. Clouds shrouded the moon as they scudded across the sky. She wrapped her shawl tightly about her.
“Thank you, Patrick,” Tristan said.
“You're welcome, sir. Have a good evening, miss.”
Lydia’s cheeks warmed as she recalled how she’d cried out when she climaxed and the noises he must have heard coming from inside the carriage as she and
He moved his mouth down to one of her breasts, gripping the stiff nipple with his teeth, his tongue lashing wetly against it.
Lydia cried out, her thighs clamping hard about his hips as her orgasm consumed her. She felt Tristan throbbing deep inside her and he groaned long and hard as he came.
She struggled to catch her breath. Even as the aftershocks of her climax pulsed within her, she felt a twinge of embarrassment for she had no doubt the carriage driver had heard everything that had gone on.
“Don’t concern yourself with him.”
“What?” she gasped.
Tristan pushed her sweat-dampened hair, which had come undone, away from her face.
“Patrick has been well paid. He will be discreet.” He looked worriedly up at her. “Are you all right, sweet? I didn't hurt you, did I?”
Her pussy was sore from his hard fucking of it, but it was worth it. “No, you didn't hurt me. I’m fine.”
Tristan took her nipple between his teeth and gently nibbled it. Surprisingly, she climaxed again. She cried out softly as she did.
He lifted his mouth from her breast. “You’re so beautiful when you come,” he murmured. “Did you know that?”
“I am?”
“I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking you’re not beautiful because you see yourself as old.”
Lydia ran her fingers through his dark hair. “I don’t see myself as old. I am old, Tristan.”
“No, my sweet.” He pulled her close and nestled his face against her breasts. “You’re not old. You’re far from it.”
“But I’m not young either. And I’m certainly not as young as you are.”
He raised his head from her breasts and looked up at her. The expression on his face was strange. He looked if he wanted to tell her something but was hesitant to do so. Before she could ask what was wrong, the expression was gone.
“Did you enjoy your fantasy?” he asked.
“Yes, I did. Thank you. And it was far better than a fantasy.”
A cell phone rang. It wasn’t hers because it wasn’t her ringtone.
Tristan reached toward the pocket of his coat.
“Do you have to answer it?”
“Sorry, sweet, but I must.”
He gave her a quick kiss. Lydia gingerly moved her hips and eased his cock out of her sex. She fixed her clothing and sat next to him on the seat.
He held the phone to his ear and listened for a moment. “No, that won’t be necessary. I'll be there shortly. Yes, as soon as I can. Thank you.”
He slipped the phone back into his coat pocket then reached over and took her hand. “I've spoiled tonight, haven't I?”
“No, of course not. It was wonderful. All of it.”
He pulled her next to him. “You’re not a very good liar. It was wonderful up until now.”
She looked up at him and nodded.
“I know, and I'm sorry.” He kissed her forehead then picked up his cane and rapped it against the ceiling. The carriage shuddered to a stop. “Take us back, Patrick.”
The carriage rocked as Patrick turned it about and headed back to where he had picked them up.
Tristan tightened his arms around her. “I'm so sorry, sweet. I promise, I’ll make it up to you.”
“You don't have to apologize. It’s all right. Really it is.” But Tristan was right. She wasn’t a very good lair. Not even to herself. Another mysterious phone call. She tried not to let it bother her. She had no right to pry into his business. She’d only just met him for goodness sake and they certainly had no obligations to each other,
The carriage shook as Patrick climbed down from the driver's box. Tristan opened his door. Once he was outside, he helped Lydia out of the carriage. The wind had picked up. Clouds shrouded the moon as they scudded across the sky. She wrapped her shawl tightly about her.
“Thank you, Patrick,” Tristan said.
“You're welcome, sir. Have a good evening, miss.”
Lydia’s cheeks warmed as she recalled how she’d cried out when she climaxed and the noises he must have heard coming from inside the carriage as she and
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